Serving as Second in Command with The King’s Troop Royal Horse Artillery has proved a dream career for this Pony Club-cum-Quorn stalwart
At two years old I remember being sat on a little grey pony named Smokey. It was a far cry from the King’s Troop. I haven’t wanted to get off a horse since. My parents took me for weekly lessons at our local riding school. Eventually, they were worn down and we got a loan pony, Milly. She taught me how to ride. It took a few more years before I convinced my parents to buy me a pony of my own. Aged 10, Barnaby came into my life: unbeatable on a good day, Satan on a bad one.
The Quorn Hunt Pony Club became a big part of my life, competing in all disciplines; my long-suffering father, Adrian, became the only man on the committee. Over the years, he drove around the country so I could compete and would get up in the dark before work to help me look after the horses and ponies. I evented up…
